When the monk saw the appearance of the woman in white, he was immediately annoyed and shouted coldly: "Junior Sister Lingyun, it was your master, Blue Bird, who came to ask me, and we, the White Dragon Gate, agreed to bring you in to seize the opportunity, but we had already agreed in advance that after entering the Xuan Realm, you will completely obey our instructions and use your elixir to help us. Now I ask you to refine a furnace of magic pills, do you push me and resist me?"

The woman in white looked even more ugly. She waved her hand to turn on the alchemy furnace, but her palms were trembling gently.

At this moment, a disciple of the spiritual realm next to the cultivator suddenly laughed and said to the green-faced cultivator who scolded the woman in white: "Senior Brother Qiao, have you forgotten that Senior Sister Lingyun is also from the Qingyun Sect..."

The green-faced monk was slightly stunned, and a possibility suddenly flashed in his heart. He pulled his face down and looked at the woman in white coldly: "Junior Sister Lingyun, in this way, you and that little devil must be old acquaintances, could you...you want to help him?"

The woman in white bit her lip and did not answer. She suddenly opened the elixir, put several elixirs in, then activated the spiritual flames in her palm, and began to refine the elixir. Seeing this, the green-faced monk was full of suspicion, but he did not continue to ask. He just secretly ordered the two disciples to stare at the woman in white, and he continued to turn around and urged the disciple who broke the formation to come.

During this period, there were endless sounds of wind rushing around, and from time to time, cultivators came here to watch in front of the fog swamp, seeking a way to break the formation. The White Dragon Gate disciple Qiao Yuannian was very anxious, but he did not make any statement. He just secretly ordered the White Dragon Gate disciple to guard the passage of this magic array. Others had not discovered this passage that could easily break the magic array, and they still had a chance.

As time passed by minute by minute, the progress of breaking the formation gradually accelerated. The miasma pill refined by the woman in white was almost completed.

In the alchemy furnace, the flames reflected on the face of the woman in white, illuminating a trace of resolute expression on her face.

Half of another incense stick passed, and the disciple of the White Dragon Gate who was responsible for breaking the formation suddenly screamed softly and said happily: "Senior Brother Qiao, live up to the hope. The three formation flags in this passage have been opened two, and the last one is immediately broken..."

And as his voice sounded, a desperate wail sounded inside the magic circle: "Damn it, why are you so unlucky? If you have the ability, you can wait for me to make a cup of tea. Just have a cup of tea. Look at me..."

Qiao Yuannian ignored him, and his heart turned like lightning: It turned out that this little devil could recover with a cup of tea. But it was really dangerous... His spiritual power immediately raised up and shouted at the woman in white: "Junior Sister Lingyun, bring the Breaking Miasma Pill quickly!" But he planned to take the Breaking Miasma Pill in his mouth, rush into the fog swamp, and use his cultivation to blow the last array flag away.

However, at this moment, the woman in white suddenly slapped the elixir with her palm, and a green pill flew up inside the furnace. She copied it in her hand, held it at the bottom of her tongue, and then her eyes turned cold. She rushed towards the magic circle channel like lightning. Seeing this, Qiao Yuannian turned cold and slapped her palms, and her palm power turned into a rolling river. It covered the sky and the earth.

"Qingyun locks Hengjiang with one sword..."

The woman in white shouted and waved her long sword. She set up a series of strange phenomena in front of her.

It was suddenly an iron lock that crossed the long river, sealing all the invading palm power.

The woman in white took advantage of the opportunity to fly to the entrance of the passage, grabbed the White Dragon Gate disciple who broke the formation and threw it back, and stood in front of the passage with his sword across his chest, and said solemnly: "I am here, I won't allow you to enter!"

Qiao Yuannian was about to go crazy, and forced him step by step, and said in a cold voice: "Junior Sister Lingyun, do you know what you are doing?"

The woman in white said, "What you said just now is right. I do know him. He is my junior brother and I am his senior sister!"

Qiao Yuannian narrowed his eyes, his hands were cage in his sleeves, and he secretly circulated his spiritual power. At this time, the magic array in the passage had not been completely opened, so others could not find any abnormalities, but he did not dare to make a big fuss, for fear that others would discover the existence of this passage and come to fight for it. The White Dragon Sect calculated that they were just a medium-sized sect, but they were not opponents of those major sects.

"Hey...hey, that girl outside, who are you?"

In the magic circle, the thief's voice sounded again, and he was actually asking about the identity of the woman in white.

The woman in white shook her sword on her chest and sighed softly, saying, "Junior Brother Fang, can't you hear my voice?"

The voice inside said, "It sounds a little familiar..."

A helpless smile appeared on the corner of the white-clothed woman's mouth and said, "I'm Xu Lingyun, don't be distracted, hurry up and heal my wounds. I'm useless. I can't protect you for long with my sword, but I will help you get a cup of tea..."

The voice inside the Mist Swamp was slightly stunned and said in surprise: "Xu Lingyun? Senior Sister Lingyun of Qingyun Sect?"

Before Xu Lingyun could answer, suddenly there was noisy ahead, and the situation suddenly changed.

The White Dragon Gate has been firmly guarding this passage, for fear of being discovered by others. However, as more and more monks came around, there were many cultivators who were well versed in the magic circles, but gradually saw some clues. In addition, the White Dragon Gate has really kept this area too tightly, which has made people suspicious. Many people have been secretly observing the changes here.

Just when Qiao Yuannian of Bailongmen was about to attack Xu Lingyun, a cold voice suddenly sounded: "Fellow Daoist, you are so busy here. Are there any places to help?"

Qiao Yuannian was shocked. When he turned around, he saw a monk with narrow eyebrows and long eyes looking over coldly.

Qiao Yuannian hurriedly dissipated his spiritual power and said lightly: "Thank you, fellow Taoist, we can handle it ourselves!"

The cultivator with long eyebrows snorted coldly and said, "I suddenly felt that the magic array here is very interesting..."

As he spoke, his body suddenly moved and rushed towards the direction where Xu Lingyun was guarding, and he was trying to break over to find out. Qiao Yuannian of Bailongmen was shocked and hurriedly shouted: "Stop him!" As he spoke, he raised his palm and hit the monk's back. The other disciples of Bailongmen also used magic and sacrifice tools, intertwined them into a large net, and called the monk.

This monk could not withstand so many attacks alone, and was forced to retreat to the original place, shouting: "I had known that you had a problem here, everyone, there is a magic circle gap here. If you want to capture the little devil, you will be here..."

However, he saw that he could not compete for the entire White Dragon Gate alone, so he planned to muddle the water and take the opportunity to make a profit. The effect was also obvious. When he had caused this incident, several monks who had been watching coldly had already set off silently and rushed towards the gap in the magic circle. More monks were attracted by this sentence, shouted loudly, and flew over.

"Who dares to steal the opportunity of my White Dragon Gate..."

Qiao Yuannian's eyes turned red with anxiety. He shouted desperately and rushed forward to break into the magic circle.

"Want to take advantage of the opportunity? I want to be beautiful?"

The monk with long eyebrows rushed up again, attacked his back, forcing him to turn back to defend.

For a moment, in order to compete to capture this little devil named "Fang Xing", there was already chaos outside the fog swamp.

"Where is the little devil? I want this opportunity..."

A thick voice sounded, and ghost fires flashed everywhere in the void, and a huge ghost head rushed towards it.

"King Yan Ghost..."

When Qiao Yuannian saw this ghost, she was stunned and her heart trembled.

The person who took action was a master in southern Xinjiang. He created a sect at a young age. He was known as the King of Yan Gui. He is one of the young masters in southern Xinjiang. However, this person is no longer something that the disciples of the White Dragon Sect can afford.

However, before the huge ghost head rushed to the magic circle, he heard a clear roar. In the void, there were golden fires and a golden figure rushed over. The qi around him swelled, blowing away the ghost fire in the sky, and even squeezed the ghost king aside, transformed into a golden dragon, and rushed towards the magic circle first. This person's sword-brow and star-like eyes were suddenly the Prince Chu Huang of the Chu King's Court.

"Zhazhazhazha..."

A series of strange laughter sounded, and seven black shadows as small as bullets flew over, and they all turned into small people. They screamed and rushed towards the magic circle. Someone recognized them. They were the seven monsters from a certain sect of Beishen Mountain. They also came.

"Sharp..."

Three heavy piano sounds sounded, which made the monks in front of him dizzy. A purple shadow took the opportunity to rush forward, holding a jade piano in his arms, with a solemn face and a murderous aura hidden between his eyebrows, which was Ye Guyin from the Bingyin Palace.

Under the impact of endless masters, outside the fog swamp, a sea of ​​magic immediately turned into.

The strong wind was turbulent and the spells collided, and the strong airflow formed by the collision of spells was not enough to bear it. Even the disciples of the White Dragon Gate were forced to retreat more than ten feet away, and they did not dare to come to the front. But in front of the magic circle passage, Xu Lingyun, with a solemn expression, faced the strong man in the sky, closed his eyes, raised his sword, and used a Qingyun sword to lock Hengjiang...

Under countless powerful magic attacks, Xu Lingyun's sword light seemed so weak and dim.

At this time, no one of the masters who were fighting for this magic circle channel could resist, but with the joint attack of so many people, she still tried her best to use the strongest defensive sword technique she could perform to resist the cultivators.

This sword light may not force the attacks of the monks to at least illuminate her strong face at this time. (To be continued)
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